The Virgin Suicides -- Jeffery Eugenides

If you liked the movie, you'll like the book:

On the morning the last Lisbon daughter too her turn at suicide--it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese--the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope.  They got out of the EMS truck, as usual moving much too slowly in our opinion, and the fat one said under his breath, "this ain't TV, folks, this is how fast we go."  He was carrying the heavy respirator and cardiac arrest unit past the bushed that had grown monstrous and over the erupting lawn, tame and immaculate thirteen months earlier when the trouble began.

Personally, I loved it.  But.  If you like books that are really clear-cut--that actually answer the questions that are raised within them, this probably isn't the book for you. 

Since the story is told from the perspective of the boys across the street--twenty years later--you never completely understand the Lisbon girls.  You don't even get to know them or really feel affection for them.  You just watch them from afar. 

For me, though, that was one of the book's strengths.  If he had told the story from the perspective of the girls, I think that the book would have felt exploitive (I think that's a word) and gross.  Instead, it was dreamy, sad and surreal.